Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.